Author Davee Jones

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales. A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. This week we share the prompt "hardy".  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.  This will be an excerpt f ro m my brand new yet-to-be-named WIP. Enjoy!~ I bought out every fruit tree the local nursery had in stock. I’m sure I made the owners day with the amount of money I spent. Today, money was no object standing in the way of what I wanted to do. Conner and any available work staff helped me load them all into my dad’s truck and trailer. “Are we going very far?” Eyeing the full load, he appeared to gauge the success rate of getting everything to the site. “We aren’t going far at all. I’ll drive slowly with the hazard blinkers on. Don’t you worry about me.” “I’ve never doubted your determination...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales. A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. This week we share the prompt "greasy".  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.  This will be an excerpt f ro m my brand new yet-to-be-named WIP. Enjoy!~ “It’s a bracelet.” Heidi whispered, her head bowed again. “How do you know it’s mine?” I still believe she’s made some horrible mistake. She finally met my gaze again. “I’m trying to do the right thing here.” Her voice raised a little in volume, finding her footing in the conversation at least a slight bit. She rubbed at a smudge on the side of the box. “It must’ve gotten into something greasy during the storm.” She looked at me again, her eyes getting larger. “How do you know it belongs to me?” Something about the dejected look in her expression told me t...